Gavin: Pure Passion (Hamptons Book 1) (6 page)

“I think she’s had enough,” Gavin says as I’m about to order a third glass of green poison. He just arrived at our table.

I look up at him. “Says who?”

“Me, because I know how you reacted to two glasses of wine last night.”

I set my jaw and look at Jake and Rick. “So, my personal Mary Poppins has spoken.” I giggle. Oh, God, I really am very drunk.

Gavin offers me his hand. “I’ll bring you home, Lane.”

I stand up without his help, but I sway a little. “I can do this by myshelf,” I slur, and take my jacket and bag from him. Why did Guiseppe even give them to him? I put on my jacket a bit clumsily and hang the bag around my body so it can’t fall down or be snatched. “See you Monday, guys.”

“See you, Lane,” Jake says, looking amused, and stands up.

I hug him and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Thanks for saving a rotten evening.”

“My pleasure.”

Rick hugs me, too, and I also give him a kiss. “Thanks to you, too.”

“Sure, Lane.”

After I let go of him, I cross the dance floor with Gavin. I’m embarrassed by what he’s doing, but I really don’t want to have another argument. Besides, he was so busy with Macey that he can’t complain. At least, I think so.

Gavin holds my hand tightly when I try to pull away. His gaze is unflinching. “I’m not going to let you go, otherwise you’ll take off on me again.”

I snort with annoyance and leave the cave with him. Once we’re outside, I can hardly believe my eyes. The same limousine that brought us to the theater is standing by the door. The chauffeur gets out and opens the back door for us.

Gavin ushers me ahead and slides in after me. “Why didn’t you want my help?” he asks once we’re settled into the soft leather seats.

“I can deal with Jonah by myshelf,” I slur, and I sound so drunk it makes me laugh.

“You are so hammered,” he says, shaking his head.

“And? I’m an adult, I know what I’m doing,” I murmur and lean back. “Besides, I’m frustrated.”

“Why?”

“Because of you!” I throw at him, and shock even myself. I hate it when alcohol makes me lose all my inhibitions like that.

“Because of me?” he repeats, irritated.

“Yeah!”

“Are you going to tell me why?”

I cross my arms over my chest and look out the window. “Who was it that kissed me and then ran away in panic as though I’d said
oh, please, I want to have children with you, preferably quintuplets
?”

Gavin bursts out laughing, which only fires my frustration higher. But then he’s suddenly serious again. “I only let you go so fast because I was afraid you might feel like I was using you. I didn’t want that, because I think you’re nice, and I really like you.”

I look into his eyes. “You like me?”

“Yeah.”

I nod. “What a lame excuse.”

Gavin slips a hand behind my shoulders and pulls me close so quickly that I have to catch my breath. “It’s not an excuse,” he whispers next to my lips, and kisses me just as passionately as he did this morning.

My whole body responds to his kiss, and I gasp for air as soon as he gives me the chance. He pulls me onto his lap. I throw my arms around his neck so he won’t be able to get rid of me so quickly this time, in case he suddenly changes his mind again. I caress the line of his top lip gently with my tongue, enjoying the roughness of his designer stubble. Gavin’s lips part and he moans, and our tongues begin to duel passionately. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss, it’s a battle to see who can get the upper hand. His right hand slips under my skirt, between my legs, and he lightly pinches my open petals. I shriek lustfully into his mouth, and his fingers begin to massage me through the thin material of my lace underwear.

Gavin breaks the kiss, but I try to put my lips on his again. “I don’t want to bring you home anymore,” he whispers onto my mouth.

“Then don’t.” I smile and start kissing him again. His hand goes to my back, abandoning my wetness. I can barely stand the continuous pulsing that’s started, and I rub myself against the bulge in his jeans.

“To the hotel!” he calls to the chauffeur when I break the kiss to get a breath of air again.

“Yes, sir,” he answers, and then I hear a hum, and glance over my shoulder to see the privacy screen sliding into place.

For the second time, he puts a finger under my chin so I have to look at him. He pulls me toward him again, but the kiss that follows is far gentler than before. It would pull the floor out from under my feet if I were standing. I feel like I’m melting. The excitement builds again to a raging storm. His hand glides over my breasts, slips under my top, and finally into my bra. He rubs my nipples determinedly, and they rise to him, wanting more. That’s exactly where I want to feel his tongue—tracing around them—or his teeth, nibbling them. I’ve been longing for this guy since this morning, and I want to have my fun with him. I take the initiative and unbutton my top. Gavin pushes it off my shoulders and pulls down the cups of my bra to expose my taut breasts. He rubs them gently. His touches send shocks through my whole body that explode in my lap. I want him so much!

I can barely control myself anymore. I stroke his upper body gently, down to his belt. I open it, and then his jeans, and push my hand inside. He breaks the kiss as my hand surrounds his hard rod and begins to move up and down slowly, as much as the material allows.

“You’re killing me, Lane,” he groans, and then he finally puts his lips over the rosy bud that’s straining toward him. I moan as I feel his teeth.

Suddenly he pushes me away a little, so I also have to take my hand off his penis. I lean on his knees as he snakes his hand under my skirt again. He watches me carefully as his fingers slip under the damp lace of my panties and begin to circle my clit slowly. I moan and lean into his hand, and Gavin starts to rub me. “I want to see you come,” he whispers, and just the erotic sound of his voice almost puts me over the edge. His movements become faster and he brings his other hand into play, his fingers burying themselves deep in my crevice.

“Oh, my God!” I moan loudly as I move against him. Then I close my eyes and bite my lower lip to keep from making noises that will entertain the driver.

“Come!” He whispers hoarsely, encouraging me. I feel my muscles contracting around his fingers, and with a muffled cry, the wave breaks free. I tremble and shake and can barely hold on to him as he pulls me close, onto his lap. Then I feel his hardness exactly where I want to feel it. Gavin gently kisses my trembling lips, the corners of my mouth, and my cheeks, stroking my back all the while.

“We’ve arrived, Mr. McLeod,” the driver says, and the metallic sound of his voice informs me that he’s speaking through an intercom system.

Gavin slides me off of him and adjusts my clothes. He buttons my top before I even ask him to, and helps me put on my jacket, too. Then he fastens his jeans. “Will you stay with me tonight?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” I breathe, and slide close to him on the seat. Once I’ve found my bag, we get out. Gavin has me walk in front of him so no one can see the telltale bulge in his jeans, and he guides me through the lobby. The looks people give him speak volumes. They seem to be asking what this guy is doing with a prostitute, because my outfit isn’t particularly conservative. I zip my jacket so I don’t feel quite so naked under their judgmental glances, and sigh with relief when we arrive at the elevator.

The doors open. Gavin doesn’t have to say a word; the operator knows which suite he’s in. I lean against him, because he won’t let go of me, and rub my butt on his erection. He pushes himself against my backside and puts a hand across my middle. “I can hardly wait to get you in my room.”

I turn around to face him and kiss him enthusiastically. The operator clears his throat, but we ignore him as our tongues start to duel again.

The elevator stops, and we let go of each other. “Thanks very much,” Gavin says as we step out into the hall. There are no other guests around and he doesn’t feel so observed, so I walk next to him.

When we arrive at his suite, he fumbles with the card reader until the door finally opens. He lets me go ahead, then locks the door behind him. He comes up close behind me, and wraps his hands around my waist, while his lips travel down my neck. I tilt my head to allow him better access. He suddenly pushes me up against the wall. “Don’t move,” he says quietly, and I hear determination in his voice. If it’s because of the alcohol I’ve consumed, or if he’s really that dominant, I don’t know, but I do what he says. I hear him shuck off his jacket, more rustling, and finally the sound of him kicking off his shoes. Then I hear him walking around doing something. I peek to the side and see that he’s lit a fire in the fireplace, and is spreading a blanket on the floor in front of it. As he turns toward me, I look back at the wall again. I’m so turned on!

Then he steps behind me again and removes my jacket. Gavin slips a hand between me and the wall and frees me from my top, and then my skirt slithers over my knees to the ground. His fingers travel over my body before he turns me around to face him. He’s only wearing his jeans. He has well-defined muscles that twitch with every movement. I drink in the sight of him, he’s simply perfect. He takes a step forward again and lifts me into his arms. I put my hands on his cheeks and kiss him as he carries me through the suite. Suddenly he goes down on his knees, and I feel cold stone under my skin. He’s set me on the granite-topped coffee table. He breaks the kiss and pushes me backward so my back comes in contact with the cold tabletop, making me gasp. He bends forward over my body and kisses the tops of my breasts, and I arch my back as he reaches for the clasp of my bra. After he removes it, he runs his fingers over my body in light caresses, making me shiver, until he reaches my lace underwear. He pulls it down as he nibbles on my right nipple. His fingertips glide over my thighs, and down to the backs of my knees. He sits up to pull the panties off me completely. I lift my head to look at him, and my attention is caught instantly by his bulging jeans, which he’s in the process of unbuttoning. He frees himself, and the sight of his massive erection leaves me speechless. I let my head fall back on the table, and hear him tearing open a condom package. He slides closer to the table on his knees, and pulls me to him. I grip the edge of the table, waiting for him to plunge into me, but first he runs the tip of his penis up and down my wet crack. I close my eyes in delicious anticipation, feeling every nuance of his touch. Then he pushes into me in glorious slow motion. It feels incredible. I let out a long moan and arch my neck. He pulls back, leaving a feeling of emptiness, only to fill me again. His strokes aren’t fast, but very deep and hard, the way I like it. I squeeze my thighs around him and move to his rhythm. He puts his hands on my waist and bends over me, kissing my breasts and neck as he plunges in and out of me. I quake with lust at every stroke. Then he kisses my lips. I throw my arms around his back and kiss him back with all the passion I’m capable of. Gavin bites my lower lip, but it doesn’t hurt, it just fires me higher.

He makes me totally defenseless, the way he’s taking me. Gavin seems to know exactly what I need, and how I need it. With my eyes closed, I feel myself falling over the edge again, and I come for the second time today.

“Oh, God! You’re getting tighter and tighter!” he moans, and begins to quake. He plunges mercilessly deeper into me, pulls back, and with one last hard stroke he finds his release, which draws a final cry from my throat. He collapses on top of me and rests his head in the hollow of my neck. “Oh, man!”

I’m breathing too hard to answer, and I feel a drowsy weight sinking into my completely relaxed body.

I awaken to find myself in front of a fireplace. My cheek is resting on something warm. I open my eyes and they suddenly go wide.
Oh . . . my . . . God!
I cry out in my mind, and carefully free myself from the embrace of the muscular body which was serving as my pillow. It didn’t actually happen, did it? Impossible. But a peek under the blanket tells me otherwise. And I had a blackout again, I can’t believe it! Why did I have to drink so much? I surely jumped him; or was it his idea? A thousand questions are echoing through my head and are already making me nervous. I slowly get up to look for my things and go in the bathroom. I just want to wash my face quickly, go home and pack my things, and move to Antarctica as quickly as possible.

Gavin rolls over in his sleep, but shows no signs of waking up. With a relieved sigh, I turn around and start to collect my clothes, which are spread out all over the suite.

While I brush my teeth (there are complimentary toothbrush sets in luxurious little packages) and take a shower, I try desperately to remember what happened last night, but my mind obviously isn’t cooperating, because it’s a complete blank. I squint against the light as I seek in vain for any shreds of memory to give me a clue, but no chance. If I slept with him, then losing the memory of it is Fate giving me a serious kick in the ass. So unfair!

The door of the shower booth opens behind me, and I freeze. It can only be Gavin. He puts a hand on my upper arm, and his lips brush my shoulder, while the fingers of his other hand stroke the sensitive skin of my waist.